I havenât even read it yet but Iâm going to give it a like.
Great work, @Sidney. Keep it up
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I like that one.
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As a young, android Dublin GAA player would say, itâs all about time management.
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See, this is what happens when that other silly cunt replied. I do like that Wheelie Bin is catching on.
As your efforts go thatâs one of the better ones.
Faint praise indeed
God be with the days when Dublin players were fun . There is more to life than winning all Irelands .
Mayo 1951 survivors have lucky escape as supporters forget to carry out âhitâ plan
EXCLUSIVE by Paul Williams,
Irish Independent, September 22nd, 2017
The two surviving members of Mayoâs 1951 All-Ireland-winning team had a lucky escape after last Sundayâs final, when a plan by a group of Mayo supporters to mount a professional âhitâ on them fell through, the Irish Independent has learned.
Details of the shocking botched âhitâ on Paddy Prendergast and Padraig Carney have been provided to this newspaper by a source who was present on the night the shocking plan was hatched.
Prendergast and Carney, both now in their late 80s, are the only members of the last Mayo team to win the Sam Magure Cup who are still alive. Legend has it that following that 1951 final, the victorious returning team ignored a funeral cortege in the town of Foxford, and a local priest was so angered that he put a curse upon the Mayo team that they would never win another All-Ireland while any of those players were still alive.
Mayo continue to wait for another All-Ireland victory, with Sundayâs final defeat their ninth in succession since 1951.
It has emerged that the sinister âhit planâ on Prendergast and Carney was hatched by a group of disgruntled Mayo supporters in a Dublin pub on Sunday night.
The source who was present gave the following account: âThere were three Mayo men drinking at the next table to where I was and I could hear everything they were saying. They were in a very downbeat mood and became progressively more drunk as the night wore on. Around 11pm, as the Sunday Game highlights programme was drawing to a close, one of them mentioned âthe curseâ and how Mayo would never win the All-Ireland while Prendergast and Carney are still alive.â
The source continues: âOne of the men then opined that the current Mayo team might have one more chance to win the All-Ireland in 2018, but that Prendergast and Carney would have to be âtaken outâ first in order for victory to be achieved. One of the other men then suggested using either the Kinahan or Hutch gangs to organise a professional âhitâ on them. Then the three men all started laughing.â
The laughing of the men was âsinister in toneâ according to the source present. âThey made no effort to conceal the plan from other people and were talking openly about it. They agreed to discuss the plan again the next morning with a view to paying either the Kinahan or Hutch gangs to carry out the âhitââ.
This writer has become aware of the identities of the men, and can now reveal them as âThe Supporterâ, a 58 year-old man from Castlebar believed to be the ringleader of the plot, âThe Brotherâ, a 56 year-old man from Castlebar, and âThe Cousinâ, a 61 year-old man originally from Swinford but now living in Dublin.
Approached by this writer as to the sinister nature of their planned criminal enterprise, the response of âThe Supporterâ was shocking in its tone.
âWhat? Are you crazy? It was a joke, a bit of black humour. You have to have a bit of black humour about you when you support Mayo. Is this a serious call or a wind up or what?â
âThe Supporterâ then issued a furious denial about the details of the evil plot and the planned Monday meeting to confirm it.
âSure meself and the brother and the cousin went back to the cousinâs house in Cashtleknock around midnight to shleep off the drink and none of us thought no more about it. Meself and the brother travelled back to Mayo on the Monday on the train. There was no actual âhitâ plan. We were dhrunk talkinâ. You do understand this, yes? I didnât even remember what we shaid the next morninâ, and itâs only come back to me now that you bring it up."
A Garda source says they are taking the details of the plot âextremely seriouslyâ.
Contacted by this writer, Prendergast and Carney both bravely stated that âthey do not feel under threatâ from the planned hit.
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superb
Seamie Quigley is back.
Smashed Donegal last night with 1-7.
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Donie Ryan
That picture could be from the 70âs
Unlikely considering the lad in the photo was born in the 80s
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You donât say? Bi da hokey.
TRASH TALK GAVIN
Notorious Jimmy G calls out contenders
By You and McKenna, Amazon.ie
June 8th, 2019
You think you know somebodyâs character, and then you realise you donât.
Dublin manager Jim Gavin has dramatically upped the ante on the contenders hoping to stop five in a row this year.
In an uncharacteristic move, Gavin called a press conference on Friday night and proceeded to ridicule Sundayâs opponents Kildare for an hour in an astonishing display of trash talking.
Gavin launched into his tirade unprompted after a routine opening question from RTEâs Brian Carthy about what sort of challenge he expected Kildare to provide.
âKildare are little bitches, fucking little pussy bitches. Theyâve been trying to beat us and failing for the entire history of Gaelic football. And theyâre going to fail again on Sunday, fail in a new and more humiliating way than ever before. Weâre going to win by 30 points, no, FIFTY points, weâre gonna stamp in the faces and trample them into the dirt. Weâre going to give them a beating theyâre never gonna forget. They wonât be playing no qualifiers after the beating we give them. Theyâll be tucked up in fucking bed for a week begging for their mammies to give them an egg flip and a cuddle. And theyâll never play again.â
Gavin then viciously attacked his Kildare counterpart Cian OâNeill.
âThe fucking state of that fat cunt. Look at him, the state of him. Heâs a fat pig, a tub of lard, a porky pig, heâs so fat that Iâm surprised his arse hasnât been sliced up by Brady Family Ham for public consumption. Bacon Butt is a disgrace â heâs an embarrassment to himself and his team. Look at me and my boys - top, elite athletes, winners, toned, ripped, look at us, weâre primed to perform to an elite level every time we go out to play. But we want a challenge. And these fat, tubby losers canât give it to us, they roll over and have their bellies tickled every single time. The only elite level athletes in Kildare are horses. Come out you bags of flour, come out and fight me for an hour, show your kids how you got slaughtered by the SuperDubs. HAAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAâ
Asked whether Diarmuid Connolly could yet make a sensational return to boost Dublinâs five in a row prospects, Gavin was non-committal.
âListen up, with or without Dermo, weâre gonna pulverise everybody again this year. Dermo has a choice, he can be part of the gang if he wants, or he can sit on his lazy hole and go and punch boggers in pubs rather than doing it in Croke Park. Itâs his choice. Does he want to be a pussy or an assassin.â
The Dublin manager was then challenged about whether the GAA was ploughing too much funding into Dublin, thus diminishing the competitiveness of the championship.
He stood up and shouted âLOADS AND LOADSA MONEYâ, before taking âŹ500 out of his pocket and setting fire to it with a lighter. Then he took out a fur coat, a gold chain and sunglasses from under his desk and proceeded to put them on.
âSee thisâ, said Gavin as he pointed to the burning legal tender, âwe have so much of this that the Sultan of Brunei would cry if he saw how much we had. We could run the country and build 20 new Croke Parks with all the moolah we have. We could fund the European Central Bank. We could bail out medium sized African countries and write off their debt forever. But they can go and f**k themselves. Itâs ours, ours, all of it.â
Tickets are still on sale for Sundayâs attractive Leinster semi-final double-header at Croke Park, available from gaa.ie, tickets.ie, Super Valu stores and from the GAAâs ticket office on Dorset Street, priced at âŹ30 for stand seats and âŹ15 for the terrace.
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Weâre the only royalty in Gaelic football, says the Notorious Jimmy G
By Sean Borinâ, irishtimes.ie, June 21st, 2019, 11:23pm
Jim Gavin walks into the Croke Park media centre to the sound of Motorheadâs âKing of Kingsâ, wearing a mock crown on his head.
Itâs a surreal scene. A few journalists applaud â one from the Evening Herald claps wildly as he stands to his feet, while a couple of others applaud more mildly, in apparent bewilderment.
Itâs the latest instalment of Gavinâs astonishing heel turn as he tries to psyche out Dublinâs latest opponents in their ongoing bid for five in a row.
As is customary, Brian Carthy has the first question.
âA first Leinster final clash between the men of Dublin and the men of Meath in five years, Jim, a rivalry that has such a wonderful history, always great respect there between the teams, and no doubt youâll have a lot of respect for Meath going into Sunday.â
As Carthy talks, Gavin smirks and strokes his chin.
âJust a little bit, Brian. R.E.S.P.E.C.T., find out what it means to meâŚIâll tell you what it means â NOTHING! We have ZERO respect for Meath. Theyâre a joke. A fraud. A sham.
"They call themselves the Royal county. Well believe me when I tell you this â WE are the only royalty in Gaelic football. See this crown on my head? We are the kings of Gaelic football. Croke Park is our palace. The steps of the Hogan Stand are our throne. When you come here, you better bow down to the kings.
They call themselves Royals. On Sunday youâre going to see the biggest massacre of Royals in Ireland since Mountbatten was blown to pieces. Eee-i-eee-i-oh!â
Martin Breheny then asks Gavin for his opinion of his opposite number Andy McEntee.
âAndy McEntee? Theyâd be better off with Helen McEntee! She has as much football knowledge as he does and sheâs a lot prettier.
The only time Andy McEntee ever won anything was with a Dublin team. And Ballyboden said he was shit. Thatâs why they ran him out of the place.â
Malachy Clerkin is next in.
âYou must have some great memories of Dublin and Meath clashes from your own playing days, Jim?â
âYeah, every time I put the bins out on a Tuesday morning, it reminds me of Meath. Do you know why? Because Iâm taking out the trash!
"Colm OâRourke and his little shifty, beady eyes. Tommy Dowd, the big square head on him, Martin OâConnell, the big farmer head on him, Brendan Reilly and his stinky fake tan, Kevin Foley and his little pubey head, Brian Stafford and his even pubier head, Ollie Murphy and his ginger pubey head.
Graham Geraghty? if you canât beat the Dubs beatâŚsome eggs. Ah, had yis goinât there, didnât I? Whites only in his case! Only havinâ the buzz HAAAAAAAAA!!!
"Meath are thugs, they always were. But theyâre bringing a slingshot to a gunfight. They canât bring no proper weapons onto the field on Sunday - because Colm Coyle retired over 20 years ago.â
âThey ainât got James Bond to help them. Pierce Brosnan was a shite James Bond anyway. Meath wonât even get 0-07 on Sunday. Weâre gonna beat the living daylights out of them.â
Meath is only good for two things - one is holding concerts. The other is making carpets â and weâre going to fuckinâ walk all over them.â
"Theyâre so envious of us they copy our players names â who does this Bryan Menton fella think he is ? Brian Fenton? His real name is Jimmy OâWhackdeball.â
"They say Meath have a mountain to climb â well these guys arenât fit to climb the Hill of Tara.
"Big fat heads on them like John Bruton, young fellas of ranchers fed on fat angel dust cows and driven everywhere in poxy SUVs .
Theyâve let themselves go like Hector OâWhatshisname? Gimme Hector Grey anyday. Rahoo Rahoo Rahoo!â
"Meath are living in the past â their glory days might as well be in the Book of Kells itâs that long ago.
"Look at them now. Their spirit is totally broken. Their towns are full of Dubs who laugh at them. Their GAA clubs are filled with young fellas in Dublin jerseys. We have broken them as a people.
The only time they have any chance of a ray of sunlight in their lives is on the 21st of December at Newgrange. And this, my friends, is the 21st of June, the furthest day away from then. Say. No. More."
Gavin then stormed out of the room before signing some autographs for a few young Dublin supporters waiting in the lobby, and driving away in his AIG-sponsored Ferrari.
Tickets are still available for Sundayâs Leinster final at Croke Park, priced at âŹ35 for the stand (âŹ40 on the day), and âŹ25 for the terrace (âŹ30 on the day), available from gaa.ie, Super Valu and Centra outlets and from the GAA ticket office in Dorset St.
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Art Mcrory was a true gdoublea maverick. He was as blind as a bat, couldnât see the far touchline. was convinced that the only thing that mattered was âballsâ and had no difficulty in acknowledging that ladies football was âtwice the game. Twice the game!â He brought a snooker table into the staffroom of St Patrickâs secondary, Dungannon, where it effectively unionised the male staff at a time when unions were neither profitable nor fashionable. His crowning glory however was fucking up the tyrone senior team time and time again. As he said himself, âyou canât coach ballsâ
His wife was and is a true philosopher. Itâs just as well.
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Canice Picklington is a good lad, I wonder what heâs up to now. I could easily imagine him surfing the current FF wave and ending up a junior minister at least. He might even end up one of our negotiators in Brussels.